My
family and I believe that we live in a haunted house.We moved into this house (somewhere in the
Northwood’s) almost six years ago.At
that time, my four children were ages 7, 5, 2 and 2 months.

I
will never forget my first “experience” in this house.It happened about two weeks after we moved
in.My two oldest were at school, my 2
year old son was playing in his bedroom and my baby was napping in her
crib.I decided to take a shower.
However, I left the bathroom door opened so that I could hear my son and/or
baby if they needed me.I was only in
the shower for a couple of minutes when I heard my son talking in-depth to
someone.What was really strange about
it was he would say things and then pause as if someone were talking back to
him.At first I figured that the baby
had awakened and he was probably keeping her company until I got out of the
shower.

Upon
getting out of the shower however, I noticed my little boy running past the
bathroom coming from the opposite direction of his and his baby sisters’
room.He was running away from the
direction of the kitchen and the basement.I thought his behavior a little strange, so I asked him what he had been
doing.His response caused goosebumps to
say the least.He looked up at me and
said, “I was talking to the little boy who lives in the basement.He wants to know what we are doing in his
house”.

That
incident marked the beginning of many strange occurrences in our house.None of them bad, just very strange.We do not feel threatened or uncomfortable,
although when we used to rent the upstairs out to people they had uncomfortable
and unpleasant experiences.

There
have been way too many experiences to write them all down here.However, if you would like to hear any more
just let me know.

Corner
of My Eye

By:
southern_rebel_cowgirl2004@yahoo.com

10/11/04

hi,
My name is amanda, and i live in Roff, Oklahoma, I live in a house that was
once connected to the next two houses down the street, and was a nursing home,
we hear noises alot One night my mother and i were in her room, my step dad at
work and it was about midnight to one oclock in the mornin when heard something
hit the floor and take a few steps she got right up to go see because my lil
brother always comes to her to turn on the bathroom light for him, he wasn't up
he was laying in the middle of his bed

then
on another night, it was about 1 to 2 in the mornin when i was standin in the
kitchen door and my mom was standing in from of meand my step dad was in the bathroom shaving,
then i heard someone walk behind me i turned around cause i thought it was him
but no one was there, i turned around to my mom and said did u hear that, she
said yeah i thought i saw something out of the corner of my eye.

The
Darkened Figure

By:
harwood@kmtel.com

The
story that I am about to tell happened when I was in 8th grade. It was on a
Saturday and my parents decided to go play bingo at Treasure Island, which leaves me alone.
As the sun setted and night came, I went to go on the computer to talk to my
friends online. It was about 8:21 p.m. when I started hearing
noises coming from the kitchen. I went out to see what it was, but nothing was
there. A few hours later I heard the television (It was turned off since my
parents left), but again there was nothing there. At 9:30 pm I heard noises again coming from the basement.
I went down to check out what was making the noise and as I was walking down
the stairs I saw a shadowy figure standing by the laundry room, staring at me.
I tried to move, but nothing happened. I couldn't see the figures face only the
outline, but I could tell it was a boy (around the age of 17-19). I closed my
eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining anything, but when I opened them the
figure was still there. I realized that I could finally move my fingers and I
immediatly reached and turned on the light. I could still see the figure, but
then it disappeared in a flash. I never saw the figure again. The rest of the
night I talked with my friends online, telling them what had just happened.
None of them believed me, but ever since then when I read ghost hauntings
online, my mind recalls that night in the basement.

The
Children's Center, Hamden, CT

By:
TRACEYWstprt@aol.com

I
was once an occupant (97-98) in one of the rooms in the old 'white cottage'
that held the older children on grounds. This establishment, as I found out
while I was there, used to house orphans and sick children in the past. Most of
the children had polio, or other life threatening diseases. One night, I had to
go to the bathroom, and it was just about 2AM or so. I woke and sat
up in bed, frozen. I was petrified after hearing young children running down
the hallway, laughing and playing it seemed. It sounded so real, like the feet
were actually TOUCHING the floor, but I know the cottage I was in had no
children that young. The noises I heard finally trailed off, and I got the
courage to go out into the hall, and saw not a thing, just darkness. I ran down
the hall to the woman who was on staff for that evening. She didn't hear
anything, but told me that when she made her rounds upstairs, it was very scary
because she would hear doors open and close behind her, but no one was awake.

I
another instance, one summer night, it was humid and still, with no wind. There
were swings outside my window, about a few feet away near the wooded area. I
saw the swing go back and forth by itself, and was really frightened by this.

My
Aunts House

By:
jesslea8304@yahoo.com

I
have had alto of experiences with the paranormal.Some of which I have already shared with
you.This one is alot more up close and
personal.But lets start from the
beginning.

I
moved in with my Aunt in 2003.I'm not
quite sure how old the house is.When I
first moved in my cousin's always joked about this ghost.Me being how I am just thought they were
trying to freak me out.

My
three cousin's rooms are upstairs and my aunt's downstairs.Ronnie, he's a couple of months younger than
me, keeps his light on no matter what.I
of course would mess with him about it.He warned me.

I
had been staying there a week or so.And
I always had a creeped out feeling being there.Ronnie told me around 3am you can hear "it" walking around.So I always made sure to be asleep by
2am.Yes I am a wussy.Ronnie was proven wrong one night.I had just got done watching a movie and
turned everything off.As soon as I
turned the light out it felt like someone was in the living room with me.So I jumped to the couch and threw the
blankets over my head..Laying as still
as possible.I had this sensation that
someone was right above me.Thats when
"it" pulled the blanket right off of me.I have never been so scared in my entire
life.I just kept my eyes closed.The feeling went away shortly after.

The
next night I went to bed extremely early.I woke in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.I thought my aunt or someone had woke me.When I realized no one was there I shut my
eyes real quick.I relaxed. That is
until "it" put my hair behind my ear.Creepi t feeling.The chills
wouldn't go away.

None
of my family experienced this type of encounter.They just heard noises,footsteps, doors open and close, stuff in
weird places."It" loves to
get the kids fighting.Taking their
things and putting them in a different bedroom.

I
have lived with them two different occasions. My recent happening was just a
few months ago.

It
was 11pm.Probably later but I'm not
sure.When I came in I put my stuff down
and was going to see if anyone was awake.My cousin Richards room is right above the living room.I heard a very loud thud.Like someone dropped something very
heavy.I figured Rich was still up so I
didn't investigate the noise.I heard it
again this time more than just one thud.The next one sounded like a bowling ball had been dropped and kinda
bounced across the floor.At that point
I figured Rich was up to no good.As I
headed for the stairs I heard my cousin's door and him running down the
stairs.White as a ghost.He asked if I heard it and of course I
had.I suggested it was Rich.Ronnie just freaked.Rich was sound asleep, snoring in fact and
Ronnie swore it was in his closet.As we
were standing there it the noise happened again.We both stayed downstairs that night.

Knife
in her Hand

By:
Jddisney123@aol.com

In
1997 I bought a house at 4209 10th Ave. In Chattanooga, TN. I have since sold
the house. The first night I stayed in the house I heard, what sounded like children
run up the stairs and down the hall on the second floor. On other occasions I
also had some strange thing happen like the my sons bed shook violently on day
when I was upstairs cleaning, and on night we came home and found ketchup and
mustard on the kitchen floor but the containers were still full and in the
fridge. My children have seen an old woman in a red dress at night with a knife
in her hand.

A
Queen Mary Story

By:mrjeff39us@yahoo.com

The
following happened on Dec. 4th 2002 on my 40th birthday. It was on a Thursday.
I took the day off work and my girlfriend and I visited the Queen Mary. We
started our tour in the Engine Room. There were probably only 2 or 3 dozen
people on the ship that day and we had the engine room to ourselves for at least
an hour and a half. It was wonderful, no one else around. I had seen
documentaries about the young man who had died in the engine room and wanted
very much to see the place where he was crushed by a water tight door, #13. We
were about finished in the engine room and I was surprised/disappointed I
hadn't stumbled onto the spot yet. I was walking down a gangway in shaft alley
when all of a sudden I got the most horrible feeling of dread and terror. I saw
the escalator up ahead and started walking faster to get out of there. The air
felt heavy and dense, suffocating. I walked about 20-30 steps and finally
turned around expecting to see my girlfriend right behind me. Instead she was
still aways back, bent over reading something. I was thinking *** come on,
let's g let's get out of here*** I walked a few steps back toward her and the
feelings of fear and foreboding were intense. She finally caught up to me and
the atmosphere lightened somewhat. I said to her"you know, a guy was
killed down here...". She replied "I know, I was just reading a
plaque about it (where it happened) right there in that doorway". Here I
was in the spot the whole time and didn't even know it except for a very strong
emotional reaction. Perhaps it was John Pedder sharing his last few moments of
life with me, the emotions he felt as he was being crushed to death. Maybe he
will share it with you too if you're open to the experience. He took me totally
by surprise, however.

Later
in the day we were up in the center of the ship standing near an elevator,
trying to decide where to go next. We were at least 20 feet from the elevator
when the door opened and closed all by itself. No one got on or off, no one was
in it and no one else was around except us. At the time I didn't think much of
it. Probably just an electric short or something. Now I wonder different, like
maybe all the stories ARE true. Maybe The RMS Queen Mary really IS haunted. I'm
inclined to think it is.

Thanks
for reading.

Tim

By:
XoamberlyoX@aol.com

This
is kind of hard to explain.. but here it goes! I used to live not too far out
in the woods, but it was out there, so we had one of them little motion
detector porch lights for just in case. Well, me, my sister, and my momma were
all sitting in the living room that night, watching TV. Well, I just so happen
to look up at the window, and there is someone standing in our window, but for
some reason, the porch light was NOT on. Our uncle hadn't died that long ago,
and strange stuff had been happening around our house, so my momma hollared,
"Damn you Tim, quit aggrivating us!", and all of a sudden the face
disappeared. Another day, me and my sister were the only two people at home,
and all of a sudden for NO reason at all the blow dryer came on, not that
strange. But the our computer would ALWAYS type stuff, you could hear the keys
moving, on its own, nobody would be around. The mouse would move, and my momma
would always tell my uncle Tim to go away, and it would stop. These strange
happenings followed us when we moved from that house. Hes been dead for 4 years
now, and the strange things haven't happened in about a year and a half. My
sister and his daughter had a wreck one night, and the car came really close to
flipping (the were on two wheels going around a curve), and the seat belts did
not lock that night, and nothing happened to them. They say it was him watching
over them. But this is ghost encounter, not that strange...

Spirits
in the Kitchen

By:
chevy_angel_18@yahoo.com

i
have a couple of stories.my first story takes place in my moms house i moved
out of it about 2 years ago. about 6 r 7 years ago an old man died on the
kitchen floor in that house he died of a heart attack and we moved in about 2 r
3 years after that. my mom had a baby and i would watch her when my mom worked
nites. well i was watchin my sister one nite and she was about 8 r 9 months and
she was in her walker playin. i was watchin tv and she had pushed herself in
the doorway to the kitchen and she was laughin and smilein like someone was
talkin to her and i thought someone was at the back door bc the blind was open.
when i got up there was no one there. and when i was in the kitchen i would
feel like someone was behind me but no one was there and to this day when i go
there i still feel it. well a couple of years later my sister is now 3. and my
mom says she talks to the old man that hes her friend. one day her and my lil
cousin who is 5 were playin in the back and my mom and aunt where in the livein
room and my lil cousin started screamin and cryin and ran the front. when they
asked him what was wrong he said that him and my sister were fightin over a toy
when the man started to whip him for him to give the toy to my sister. for a
couple of months he didnt want to go to my moms bc he was scared of the old
man. ive takin pictures of my sister in that house and there r orbs in the
pictures i dont know if its the old man r my grandma bc my mom says she feels
my grandma in the house. my second one takes place next door at my grandpas. my
grandma use to live next door to us when she died and after that my grandpa and
my aunt lived there for a couple of years. my mom has this cousin that can
sense ghost r spirits. and after my grandma died she wouldnt go into the house
when she came to visit bc she said my grandma was there and there was another
spirit there. when she described the other spirit she described my moms great
grandmother on her dads side someone her cousin never seen. i dont know if its
ghost but i know something is in them houses i can feel it like im never alone
but they dont scared me. i always feel safe like my grandma is protectin me.
thats my stories if anyone can explain them please contact me through email
thanks.

Ryan

By:
skelton@musc.edu

On
March 2, 2001 one of my very good friends died in a car accident on his way to
school. Ryan was an awesome person and friend. Before he died we joked that if
the other person died that we would come back and mess with the other. After
Ryan died I would periodically go through old letters and e-mails that he had
written to me. Then I noticed yellow butterflies appearing on significant days.
Like, on the day that Ryan died I would see a yellow butterfly . Then at my
grandfathers funeral, they were folding the flag to give to my grandmother and
a yellow butterfly came and flew right in front of me. So, I always say that
when I see a yellow butterfly that it is Ryan.I would also have dreams about him but, he would never speak in them. He
would just be there. I finally had a dream about 2 1/2 years later where he
talked to me. We were in an airport, and he told me that he would always be in
my heart and that he loved me. I know that dream was very important because I
was just getting out of a long relationship and asked him for some support. I
guess that was my support. I also read in some stories that when people pass
away they have to "work" to gettheir voice. I guess that is why it took Ryan 2 years for him to talk to
me. The real reason that I am writing this is because I always asked Ryan to
come visit me and talk to me. After the dream in the airport I knew that he was
here with me. One night I woke up and looked out my bedroom door.( My bed faces
the door and when the door is open I can see into the kitchen.) Anyway, I
looked out the room and saw a figure in front of the refrigerator. It was dark
and I couldn't really see details. I obviously got scared and turned over the
other way. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 5:18. Then I
remembered that it was the 2nd. Ryan died three years and one month ago this
very morning. I turned back around and looked toward the kitchen. The figure
was still standing there. I did notice that he was smiling. So I waved quickly
to it and then turned around again. So, I gave myself a couple of minutes to let
everything sink in and realized that it had to be Ryan. So, when I turned
around again he was still standing there, smiling at me. So, I decided to get
up and walk towards it. I always wanted Ryan to come visit me and I didn't want
to be scared anymore. So, as I walked toward the kitchen I had to adjust my
eyes because the light outside of my apartment shines into the kitchen. When I
walked into the kitchen the figure disappeared. I did remember that the figure
was wearing a cut off shirt and athletic shorts. The most unique thing about
this was the hat that the he was wearing. Ryan always wore his hat a little to
the side (all the hockey boys did). The guy in my kitchen had a hat on, which
was a little to the side, just as Ryan would were it. The other detail was that
Ryan went to the gym the night before he died. I know that Ryan came to see me
that night and was just trying not to scare me so, he kept his distance. I have
decided that next time Ryan pays me a visit I will not be scared. After all
this is all I have wished for since his passing. He was just doing what he said
he would do... messing with me.

Rose
Hall

By:
Cathy.Harris@med.va.gov

I
have never responded to a website like this before and I do not “fancy myself a
ghost chaser” but I do have a story to tell about Rose Hall.

My
family visited Rose Hall several years ago while on a cruise – this was one of
the excursions offered by the Cruise Line. My group consisted of My Husband and
myself, my two teenage children and my teenage niece.The house is beautiful. It sits on a small
hill where it can be seen for miles.The
tour begins in the basement “tavern” where you are offered something to drink.
As soon as my son and I crossed the threshold, we became physically ill.The nausea increased as the tour continued
through the house.The tour guide held
nothing back as she described each bedroom, who died in that room and how Annie
was suspected of killing them.We were
encouraged to take pictures of the mirror that reportedly sometimes displayed
Annie’s image when film was developed. There is also a chandelier in the house
that displays an image when film is developed.There is a display of these for you to judge.When my neice (who is quite the cutup) leaned
out the balcony window – yes the same window from which Annie used to watch her
slaves, my son and I ran out of the house so we wouldn’t – well – soil Annie’s
floor – we were that nauseous.Once we
were outside the nausea went away. It didn’t even come back when we toured the
grounds including the site of Annie’s final resting place.My son and I were quite disturbed by the
whole experience.He was 17 at the time,
6 ft 4 – 250 lb very macho guy…and it really scared him.He told me later(and not to anyone else in my family) that he
felt a message like someone was trying to communicate with him while in the
housetelling him not to feel sorry for
the men, they deserved to die. I didn’t experience this…I will always remember
the awful nausea. We have been to many old places – Blarney Castle, Tower of
London, England’s Moors – but we have NEVER experienced anything like we did at
Rose Hall.

Philedelphia
Tennessee

By:
KelliesMommie@aol.com

This
happened to my mother and her boyfriend and I.

We
moved into a Trailer that had been in this spot for YEARS. Well one night when
going to bed, my mother and her boyfriend heard a noise in the kitchen, upon
entering they saw a little white ball rolling around in a circle, and a child
laughing.

When
the laid back down they looked out of the bedroom toward the front of the
trailer and saw a woman dressed in a white gown, kind of like something from
the 1800's. She was standing by the front door. When she turned to open the
door mom said you could see she was pregnant. From that point on you could walk
through the trailer and get near a air duct and there would be a big wet,
sticky spot in the carpet when NOTHING was spilled there. I also woke up one
morning and pages of our bible was torn out and shoved under the couch, to beat
it all the pages that were torn out were about not commiting adultry and stuff.
We asked the landlord if he knew of a death in that spot from the past or
anything and he said his family had owned that property since the early 1800's
so I dont know but it was spooky!

Overwhelming
Fear of Ghosts

By:
Mtswf4lf@aol.com

When
I was about twelve years old I stayed at a friends house who lived just down
the road

from
me in the trailer park I lived in. I had been there many times and never felt
that

anything
was wrong with the house, until her and her mother had told me about the
strange

things
that had happened and the back story of the house.

The
story went that a few years prior (I don't know how many to be exact) to them
moving

in
to the trailer a women, who's brother lived 5 trailers up and was still living
there at

the
time, had died in the home. Police said she died of a drug overdose.

Even
after hearing this and the many different strange happenings, that consisted of
things

being
picked up and flung across the room, I still had no problem staying over there,
being

a
skeptic and all, and did so until one night. I stayed over like many times
before and

nothing
unusual happened until I laid down to go to bed. I slept in her sister bed who
was

gone
for the night and by the time my friend had fallen asleep I was still awake.
Laying

there
I wasn't scared in the least but still couldn't seem to get to sleep and then
the

footsteps
started.

Now
most people say that footsteps are only the house settling but not in this
case. The

footsteps
were that of a women wearing high heels on a tiled floor walking up and down
the

hall.
Which made no sense because the entire hallway was carpeted. They would come
and go and this went on for an hour or so. I was so scared at that point I thought
about just

getting
up and running home. When the footsteps stopped for what seemed to be the last

time
I started to relaxed and tried to go to sleep again. Then about 3 minutes later
I

opened
my eyes to see that all I could see directly in front of me was complete
darkness.

On
either side of the dark figure I could see just fine but right in front of me
was

nothing
but dark. My heart was in my throat at this time and I tried to scream but

couldn't.
I couldn't even breath and I can't tell you if it was due to the fact that I
was

so
scared or if she was trying to smother me. It felt like the ladder of the two.
Finally

I
managed to jump out of the bed and the minute I did so I was able to breath and
scream

again.
I yelled out my friends name and curled up behind her on her bed before I was
able

to
go to sleep again. Apparently at about the same time the same thing happened to
her

stepfather
who was sleeping on the couch that night. Needless to say I never stayed there

again.
And although I am utterly Fascinated with the paranormal I have developed an

overwhelming
fear of ghosts because of that night.

Old
Prison

By:
Amanda.Shortal@dss.mo.gov

In
a old prison that is in north Jefferson city (actually right outside city
limits) a few of us thought it would be fun to go in there at night. we took
candles and cross's and the appropriate séance stuff inside and began. There
was old pull shades on the windows at the end of the hall. The lights started
flickering on and off. (the power to that place has been off for at least a
decade) and the windows snapped down and up. We all got up and ran outside but
a friend was still inside she said she sat there until a guard helped her out.
when we went back towards the entrance to get her she was smiling and saying
thank you. it was the weirdest and most unforgettable experience I have ever
had.

My
Report Card

By:
RayTodd23@cs.com

i'm
not sure how to share my experience but here it is.....i moved into a house
that my mom and dad built. it was not an old house...it was brand new.we moved into it in 1986, i was 6 years old.
OK here is the story.... time goes on and at the age of 15 i'm
writing/improvising a musical passage in my room......and i get a funny feeling
someone is watching me. it intensified so much that i started drooling over my
instrument.so i turn around and there
stands a very tall man with a top hat and a trench coat just standing there, he
floats down the hall with the trench coat swaying behind.i, thinking i'm crazy go on with my music. as
time goes on i see the same figure in the hall for several weeks. he always
looked like a shadow not a real person and he never made a sound.anyway...i thought i was seeing things
until.....i made an A-plus on an algebra test and came home from school and
interrupted my mom and my sister with my test score. my sister startes yelling
at me for interrupting when my mom grasps and yells "oh there is a man on
the sofa", my sister and i at the same time say "he's always in the
hall!" and then my mom, sister and i describe him to a T.the man never left the hall until that day.
we all three have agreed on that, and we all three described him, which is the
only reason why i believe in what i saw. we asked my dad and he said we we're
crazy.what i saw was real or i would
not spend my time sharing this with you.

My
Grandmother Following Me

By:
SAAAvery@wmconnect.com

I
promise this is true to this day.i moved in to this house,it was kind of big
for a

one
story house but it was old.We lived there for about a year and then my
grandmother became very sick(she didn't live in the same house)and died

I
was only 8 years old and I loved here and she allways cared for me.Like one

time
i did something bad and my dad whiped me and when me grandma saw

it
and told him not to ever to do that to me again(he didn't do it hard).So any

way
after her death we still lived there in that house and i've never seen or
here'd

any
thing like a ghost but my bed is right by the bath room and I always keep't

the
door open so one night i awoke feeling some one looking at me,so i got up

terrified
and turned on the lights looked in.....nothin.So I got back in bed and feel

back
asleep,woke up again felling the samething,looked uip and i swear to you

that
right there were the scariest pair of red eyes,I screamed bloody murder!!!!

My
mom came im and told me there was nothing there,but how else could i have

seen
them,my door was closed!

We
moved soon after but i still feel like someones watching me and in the corner
of me i some times i can see a shadow that i know is me grandmother,one night i
was

laying
down with the sheets of and it was cold and all of a sudden the sheets come
over me.I was paralized because i was so scared!Some of the previous owners of
her house where she died say they see stuff moving on its own.In my oppinion
she doesn't know shes dead.

Longstreet
Theatre

By:
alliedsc@bellsouth.net

While
I was a student at the university of SC, I worked part time at the Long Street
Theater.My job was to assist with the
ticket sales, and office management.After the days end, I would go to the office on the second floor and
work on spread sheets.Often I would be
in the building alone after hours.I
heard, on more than one occasion, strange noises, whispers, and voices as if in
conversation.I would get up and look
around the floor to see if anyone else was up there, but I was always
alone.I would always leave in fear.I could never decide on taking the elevator,
which was very old and slow. ( People often got stuck in it). Or take the
stairs, which I was afraid I would get locked into the stairwell.I know for a fact that the longstreet theater
is haunted.

Jersey
Shore

By:
afroio19@comcast.net

The
following incident happened to me when I was about 12 or 13 years old (I am now
45). During the 1970s, my mother and I would spend our summers at the Jersey
shore in Wildwood Crest. We would work at my uncle and aunt's restaurant from
5:00 PM to sometimes 2:00 AM. Many times during the day I was alone in our rented
apartment because my mom would get up to go food shopping or run other errands
before we had to go to work. The apartment was on top of the owner's house and
we had rented this same place for about 7 or 8 years. It was a small place with
no living room, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a large eat-in kitchen. All the
rooms were accessible from a main hallway which ran along side each room. One
Saturday afternoon in late August, while my mom was away doing her chores, I
decided to watch a pre-season football game in the front bedroom. It was the
only room with a television set. I sat on the bed and watched the game for a
while until I became hungry. I went into the kitchen (which was the furthest
room from the bedroom) to make myself something to eat. While I was walking
down the hall toward the kitchen to prepare my snack I heard the TV changing
channels in the front bedroom. You must remember that this was the early 1970s
and the changing of channels was had distinctive sound. You had to physically
turn the dial and it made a loud clicking sound. I was too scared to go back to
the room which I had just left, so I continued into the kitchen. I waited there
for a while and tried to figure out what had just happened. I was hoping that I
was mistaken about that sound and that when I would go back into the bedroom
the game would be on. I cautiously went back up the hall into the front bedroom
and saw that the channel had indeed been changed!! I ran out onto the porch and
waited until my mother came home. That's all there is to my story...it's not
much but I am certain that it happened. I could never figure out an explanation
and I never told my mom about it. I've had no other experiences since that
(thankfully!).

Hauntings

By:
Maryjoseph2458@aol.com

i
was the subject of ahaunting in my last house. At first i was in denial having
seen it and heard it . I asked for help when my alarm was being set off
repeatedly on the same night .Statues i had would fall from the window ledges,
cold air in the centre of my face on a hot summer night ,a feeling of gloom and
sadness always present in the house and so many other things that i put down to
paranoia. Then one day irecorded my own story on a tape it would not rewind nor
would it play. The very next day i told my brother that it was useless to use
as it did not work, to prove this i tried to rewind it and it worked, only my
voice was in the background and a deep baritone voice in the foreground. I was
so afraid ispoke to people i knew and to a phsycic who all heard the voice even
the priest. I also had a mirror from adressing table that had been in the same
position fall on my back. WHEN I MOVED FROM THE BACK BED ROOM TO THE FRONT,
THAT IS WHEN IT STARTED.Also had the
sound of amillion marching feet above me in my attic,the next night a flock of
birds so loud that really believed i had a nest of some sort up there , there
was nothing.I sought help of a medium through the spiritualist church and he
told me all i knew that i did indeed have haunting, a man who had died suddenly
and did not want me there.I was totally traumatised, i also lived within twelve
of a sub power sation. Now that i have left acouple have it and they have
children. I would hate them to ever see and hear the things that i did.When it
staryed i was very ill but as i got stronger the presence grew.

Grandma
Betty

By:
kar@cbupstate.com

Back
in 1985 my mom's stepmother whom we called Grandma Betty passed away. My mother
and her were very close. They used to go on trips together, go to the movies
together, Grandma Betty even lived with us for a few years before she passed
away.

At
the time it was me, and my sister still living at home with my parent's. I was
about 15 at the time, my sister was around 17.

From
what I remembered she passed away around September of 1985. Shortly after her
death we started to experience strange things happening around the house.I'm a HUGE believer in ghosts and spirits
always have been, long before Grandma Betty passed away. I've read a lot of
true ghost stories. My experiences weren't bad or scary and for a while we
weren't even really sure if it was Grandma Betty or not, we weren't sure who it
was!! Here are some of the stories and experiences I would like to share.

One
of those things that would happen around the house was the TV shutting off by
itself always during dinner.As the 4 of
us would be sitting around the table, all of a sudden we would hear the
"click" of the TV, and it would be off!!The first couple of times it was very creepy
to us, and then my mom would start to laugh because my sister and I would be
flipping out!! My dad on the other hand is somewhat of a non-believer, he
always came up with an excuse, every time something strange would happen.

Another
time I came home from school, no one else was home or had been home pretty much
all day, both my parents worked at the time, I went to the bathroom which was
on the second floor of the house, and I noticed a blob of shampoo in the middle
of the bathroom floor. The weird thing about this was there were no shampoo
bottles tipped over anywhere, and it was in the MIDDLE of the floor. No where
close to the bathtub. I thought how strange!!! Instead of cleaning it up, I
left it there to show my sister!! Shortly after my sister came home from
school, I told her I had to show her something, so I took her upstairs and
showed her the blob of shampoo that was in the middle of the floor!! Both of us
thought it was so strange!! We even asked our other 2 sister's if either one of
them came over during the day and spilled some shampoo and forgot to clean it.
They both said no, and asked us why. So we proceeded to tell them what had
happened. We told my parents, and once again my dad said maybe it was the dog
that did it!!! We had a huge sheepdog at the time, everything strange that
happened was blamed on our poor dog by my father!!

Another
time in the middle of the night I was awakened by a huge crash sound coming
from the bathroom!! All the bedrooms were on the second floor of the house, so
I got up and slowly opened my bedroom door, my father and my sister did the
same thing, so my dad went to check things out. He goes into the bathroom turns
the light on, I said to myself, it must've been the medicine cabinet that fell,
that's how loud this crash was!! My dad said there was NOTHING!!!!! There was
nothing on the floor, in the bathtub, in the sink, anywhere!!!! That was very
strange!!

One
of the most bizarre things that happened was at night time, I would hear
breathing in my room!! Like someone was sleeping with me!! Sometimes it would
literally wake me out of a sound sleep because it was so loud!!! I would get so
scared that I would lay very still hoping whoever this was would go away. It
wouldn't last all night, but it probably lasted for a good 20 minutes or so!!
It used to happen so often that after a while it wouldn't even phase me
anymore, I would actually tell it to shut up!! And it would too!! So one day at
dinner I finally got the nerve to say something to my parent's and my sister
about what's been happening. All I said was "I have something to tell you
guys, I hear breathing in my room at night!!" Well my sister drops her
fork and looks at me and quietly says, "me too!!" Then we both
started to flip out!! But once again according to my father we probably heard the
dog breathing from the hallway!!!

It
was Christmas morning, I was still sleeping when I heard all this commotion
from downstairs, so I got up and there was my mother, my father, and my sister
looking thru all this stuff in my parent's garage. I asked them what was going
on, and my mom said listen, so I stood there and very quietly I heard what
sounded like a music box playing Silent Night. My mother told me that used to
be Grandma Betty's favorite Christmas song. They were looking for some kind of
music box in the garage, but didn't find anything!!!!!!!! We never owned a
music box that played Christmas songs!!! So after it played the whole song it
stopped.

The
last thing that ever happened in the house was one night my mom was in the
living room by herself watching TV, she turned the TV off and just sat on the
couch and closed her eyes, and then she felt like someone sat down next to her.
She kept her eyes closed and moved her hand over to feel if something was
there. Nothing!! She continued to sit there with her eyes shut, and then she
said she felt this presence next to her get up off the couch and then it was
gone.

We
realized it was Grandma Betty, we always had a feeling it was her, but we were
never 100% sure until we heard the mysterious "music box" playing
Silent Night that Christmas Day.

I
remember telling a friend about my stories and when I told her about how my mom
felt something or someone sit down next to her on the couch, my friend said to
me, "she's gone." I said "what"? And she proceeded to tell
me that she believes that was Grandma Betty's way of finally saying good bye to
my mom. She was right, from then no strange happenings ever happened again.

Did
I meet My Grandfather

By:
Lhaas8@carolina.rr.com

I
have only told this to afew people. I
don't think they understood what happened any more than I did. This happened
about 20 years ago. My husband and I lived in an upstairs apartment over a
garage. It was early in the morning when I heard sounds coming from our bedroom
window. There was banging and loud whistling. When I looked out the window I
saw a painter in white overalls and a white cap, putting up a tall ladder
beside my window. He claimbed up to the window and started painting. All the
time whistling. I went into the bathroom to get dressed then went into the
kitchen to make coffee. I could still hear the whistling. I decied to take the
painter a cup of coffee. I went to the window with a cup of coffe in my hand,
held the cup up as if to ask do you want a cup of coffee? the painter smiled
and tipped his hat. When I got to the outside where the painter was. There was
no painter! No ladder! No imprint of the ladder legs in the wet ground! No sign
of any paint on the house!. I went next door to the landlord, with cup still in
hand, and asked where the painter went. The landlord said that no painter had
been hired to paint the house. I don't know who or what happened that day.
Months later I was talking to my grandmother and told her about what happened.
She looked strange and got real quite, then she asked me if the man had been
whistling " Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me"
when I said yes she said that it had to be my grandfather. I didn't know him
but he had been a painter and loved to whistle that song when painting.I have never seen him again, but the memory
is still so clear even today.

Cerro
Gordo

By:
FINDROCK@aol.com

Hi,
I would like to add to the story of Cerro Gordo (Bunkhouse), California.

I
visited there in June of 1999 and stayed in a room of the old Bunkhouse.I stayed in the first bedroom on the
right.The only other person in the
Bunkhouse that night was the caretaker and he was in the last room on the left.The Bunkhouse is on a hill and has no outside
porch light and no electricity once the generator is turned off for the
night.To enter the Bunkhouse you have
to walk up a dark unlighted hill and open a screen door and then the front
door.After I closed my door and got in
bed the caretaker turned off the generator and entered his room and closed his
door.

While
trying to fall asleep I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room.No doors had opened in let anyone into the
hallway.When I heard the footsteps the
second time I started to panic and was breathing rapidly.I was so scared I couldn't reach out from
under the covers to grab my glasses or uncover my head for air.And I couldn't turn on a light, there was no
electricity!And I was so scared I couldn't
scream for the caretaker.All I could do
was whisper "go away, don't come in" over and over.

Then
I hearda noise, like sratching, above
my head on the wall by the bed..I couldn't move or roll over.I was frozen in place.I wanted "it" to think I was
asleep.After what seemed like an
eternity, i fell asleep from exhaustion.

The
next morning I told the caretaker about the footsteps in the hallway.He swore to me that he never left his room
during the night.I then told the owners
about the noise in the wall.They told
me it was no mouse or rat in the wall because theinterior walls are solid 3/4 inch wood.And they weren't surprised by my story!

Thanks
for letting me give you more info about this location. People need to know that
it is NOT JUSTTHE LAST ROOM ON THE
LEFT!!

What
was "It"?

By:
lrussell@castlemortgageohio.com

I
have an experience to tell and for years now it has puzzled me.I didn't

tell
anyone about this for fear they would think I was nuts......I am 27 now

and
this happen to me roughly 10 years ago.Recently, I was on vacation

with
a friend and we stayed up late talking about different occurances that

have
happened in our lives that we thought were the intervention of a higher

being.I was reluctant to tell her of my experience
but found comfort in

knowing
that she had an opened mind and would welcome my story.About 10

years
ago I was about ready to go to bed.I
had school the next morning and

was
just about to lay down when the phone rang.I have a sister that is

close
in age so at that time the phone would ring constantly being that we

were
teenage girls.I answered the phone and
it was for her.This is how I

know
I wasn't dreaming when "It" started to happen because she picked up
the

phone
and I had hung up and laid down.All of
the sudden a high pitched

voice
was talking but it was muffled and hard to make out what "It" was

saying.At that same time my body went completely
paralized.I couldn't

talk,
move or scream if I wanted to.Then I
saw a bright light in the shape

of
a circle go across my bedroom closet door.Meanwhile, the voice is still

going
and I am still unable to move.All of
the sudden I felt this warmth

come
over my body.It started at my feet and
moved up my legs, to my torso,

on
my arms and finally my head.I also felt
like I was sinking and alot of

weight
was on my chest like "It" was holding me down.I was so scared at

this
moment and was fighting with myself to just scream and make it stop,

but
I couldn't.Finally I was fighting it so
much that I screamed "No"! and

rolled
over in bed and "It" stopped.I was so exhausted from what I just

experienced
that I feel asleep and didn't wake until the next morning.

After
telling my friend this she looked at me so amazed and told me that in

fact
she had the same experience right down to the very last detail.This

was
so liberating in a sense for me cuz I wasn't the only one like I

thought.The other interesting thing is that my
sisters husband has had the

same
experience as well.I was just wondering
if anyone else has

experienced
this and if they know what "it" was that visited me in my room

that
night?

Where
did my Ghost GO

By:
Jeannette@tricitiesbev.com

I
MOVED INTO A 1970 MOBILE HOME THIS MAY.THE HOME ITSELF WAS VERY RUN DOWN BUT THE MAIN ATTRACTION WAS NICE SIZE
LOT AND THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS AND TREES .I HAD PROBLEMS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.THE POWER COMPANY COULD NOT EXPLAIN WHY MY LIGHTS KEPT DIMMING DOWN AND
WHY NONE OF MY APPLIENCES WOULD WORK PROPERLY.A WEEK AFTER I MOVED IN I WAS AWAKENED AT 3:45AM BY A LOUD CRASHING
NOISE COMING FROM THE BEDROOM AT THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE.ALL 3 OF MY CATS WERE LAYING ON MY BED.AND WERE ACCOUNTED FOR SO I KNEW THEY HAD NOT
KNOCKED ANYTHING OVER.THEN I HEARD
CRASHING AND BANGING COMING FROM OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR.I WAS TERRIFIED AND SINCE I WAS ALONE I KNEW
I WOULD HAVE TO GO AND INVESTIGATE.I
GRABBED MY CORDLESS PHONE AND WENT TO THE FRONT DOOR.ONCE AGAIN THERE WAS A LOUD BANGING NOISE
COMING FROM THE FRONT BEDROOM.I THOUGHT
THAT PERHAPS AN INTRUDER WAS TRYING TO BREAK IN THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW AND
JUST AS I WENT TO OPEN UP THE FRONT DOOR AND RUN TO THE SAFTEY OF A NEIGHBORS
HOUSE THE DOORKNOB OF THE FRONT BEDROOM STARTED TO SLOWLY TURN.I WAS FROZEN AND COULD BARLEY DIAL 911 ON MY
PHONE.THE OPERATOR STAYED ON THE LINE
UNTIL THE POLICE ARRIVED.I WAS TOO AFRAID
TO GO OUT THE FRONT DOOR SO I STOOD FROZEN TO THE SPOT LOOKING AT THE DOOR
HANDLE.IT STARTED TO SHAKE AND RATTLE
BUT DID NOT OPEN.5 MINUTES LATER THE
POLICE ARRIVED AND LOOKED THROUGHTHE
ENTIRE HOME.THEY SAID NOTHING HAD COME
IN FROM THE OUTSIDE AND HAD NO EXPLANATION.I

DID NOT LEAVE MY HOME AS I HAD READ BOOKS ON
GHOSTS BEFORE AND DECIDED TO TRY AND TALK TO IT AND LET IT KNOW THAT I WAS
SORRY IF I HAD INVADED ITS SPACE AND THAT I WANTED TO LIVE PEACFULLY AND IF IT
WAS NOT EVIL IT COULD STAY BUT NOT TO SCARE ME ANYMORE.

THE
GHOST OR ENTITY VISITED ME FREQUENTLY AFTER THAT I NEVER SAW IT BUT FELT IT
MOVE AROUND OR THROUGH ME ALONG WITH A FEELING OF BEING CHILLED.MY CHILDREN ARE TO AFRAID TO SLEEP IN THE
FRONT BEDROOM AS THE ONE TIME THEY SLEPT IN THEIR ROOM MY OLDEST SON AWOKEFEELING HIS BED SHAKE.HE IS 14 AND WAS SLEEPING ON THE BOTTOM BUNK
WHILE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER 11 WAS SLEEPING ON THE TOP BUNK.MY YOUNGEST CHILD SAID HE FELT KNOTHING BUT
MY 14 YEAR OLD WAS TERRIFIED.MY
BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN IN BED WITH ME ANDSAID MY NIGHT CLOTHES WERE ICE COLD AFTER I TOLD HIM THE ENTITY WAS IN
THE BED WITH US.I HAVE NOT HAD AVISIT FROM THIS ENTITY FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS
NOW.I WANT IT TO COME BACK SO I CAN
LEARN MORE ABOUT IT ALTHOUGH I AM STILL AFRAID WHEN I AM ALONE.DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING I USED
TO LAUGH AT PEOPLE WHO TALKED ABOUT THIS TYPE OF THING.BUT I NOW KNOW THAT GHOSTS ARE REAL.ALSO EVERYTIME SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN.IT WOULD BE BETWEEN 3 AND 5PM.

St.
Petersburg Haunted House...

By:
jens2@mac.com

I
would like to report my house as being haunted.and it is in one of the older neighborhoods
of St. Petersburg, Florida near Crescent Lake and the Old NorthEast
neighborhoods.My house is now 80 years
old and I'm sure a number of things have happened with its occupants over the
years, but I bought the house in 2002 and several occurrences have happened
since then.

December
2002-- While preparing to move into the house, my girlfriend and I were
painting many of the rooms.She chose to
paint the old nursery in order to make it into her studio and our guest room,
but she couldn't get the door to stay closed to keep the heat in unless she
used something to block the door shut.After she left for work one night, I walked in that room to see if I
could do something with that door.I
closed the door and it stayed shut just fine.We knew the ceiling fan didn't work but the light did, but after the
door stood shut for me I could hear a slight humming.Finding the noise was coming from the ceiling
fan, I discovered that the fan was stuck but the motor was trying to turn
anyway, and I wondered how long it would have taken for that motor to perhaps
overheat and catch something on fire?

January
2003-- A month later my girlfriend was getting out of bed and was struck by the
overwhelming scent of an old lady's floral-scented perfume, of which we had
nothing of that sort in the house, the mattress and box springs were brand new,
and we knew it wasn't anything we'd moved into the room.

July
24th, 2004-- During a birthday party at the house one evening, a friend decided
to use the upstairs washroom and when he came back down, asked me if there's
"anyone else" living there.I
said, "Yes, what happened?"He
explained that as he was leaving the washroom he felt something bump into his
arm as if a person was passing by him.When I asked where it happened, he told me, and it was right outside the
bedrooms where the first two incidences happened.

Late
August, 2004-- As I was typing on my laptop on the bed that evening, I clearly
saw two small, white lights, almost like eyes, appear off the side of my
bed.When I looked directly at them they
quickly dropped back down out of view.I
leapt over the side of the bed and looked underneath, but there was nothing
there.

September
28th, 2004-- A friend who has been able to sense spirits well all her life
visited the house, and is sure she could tell where the old lady was, as well
as the spirit of a young girl... both in the room where the door wouldn't stay
shut back in December of 2002.

She
Waited for Him

By:
hgeddie@mts.net

This
is an incident that happened where I work.I am a nurses aide, meaning I do everything a nurse does, just for less
pay, anyway this story is about one of my favorite residents. I am not legally
allowed to say names or locations, nothing identifying, but I can tell it in
general.

This
lady came in with terminal cancer, a sharp tongue and a wonderful sense of
humor.She was such a comedian.Hardly ever had a bad day until the end, and
she was always playing pranks on her husband of 60 years and the staff.

The
day she died the family was all heading down.She had been struggling since the day before, but when the end stage
breathing began and she began to severely mottle we called the family. By nine
thirty in the morning she was surrounded by family, sons, daughters,
grandchidren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren.We were waiting for her husband who was
coming from the other end of the city and his own doctors appointment.

Instead
of asking the staff to leave the family asked us to stay if we could, so the
nurses made some arrangements and two of us wee allowed to stay, i was one of
them.

We
were all surrounding the bed and touching her and telling her it was ok, she
could go when suddenly she did.Her
chest rose once more then nothing.We
waited to see if she would start again, she had in the past, she'd scared the
crap out of one of the students we had at the time.

My
partner went for the nurse manager to pronounce death and we all hugged each
other and cried. Her husband walked into the room virtually unnoticed.Suddenly he was just there and he picked up
her hand to kiss it.We all fell silent
to alow him his moment of peace with her.The air felt super charged, like something special was about to
happen.Then the bedside lamp
flickered several times, it was a brand new lamp, so the connection wasn't the
problem.Her husband closed his eyes and
bowed his head, we could see his tears and were about to turn away out of
respect when his eyes grew wide and suddenly he chuckled softly.Some of us felt like a breeze blew by us,
really quick like.Then the lamp
brightened again and the feeling of waiting was gone.He looked at me when we had to back up for
the nurse to pronounce death and he asked me if I had felt anything strange.I
told him I saw the lamp flicker and felt cold.He told me that when he was trying not to cry he had felt something
touch his face the way his wife had touched him.It was true, every day she would kiss him and
she would reach up and cup his right cheek in her hand.Then he would lean into it and kiss her palm.This was their ritual every day.She died physically before he could get
there, but she waited around just long enough to say good bye to her husband.

We
the staff, found out that a week later he followed her to the next life quietly
and in his sleep.

There
have been several strange and sometimes sad things that have happened where I
work, and I am convinced that we have our share of ghosts, we are a personal
care home, but that one was one of the most touching and I am glad I got a
chance to be a part of it.

Thanks
for listening

My
Grandma's experience with a Messenger

By:
kcuttill@empire-today.com

This
is absolutely true to the best of my recollection of the event that took place
when I was a child.

This
occurrence happened when my grandma and I went to stay by her sister's house in
Alsip, Illinois right off of (115th and Cicero) for the weekend. This was
something we did every so often so she could spend time with her sisters and I
could visit with the cousins on my father's side. This was in the late eighties
around 87-88. My great aunt Rosie and her husband Henry, whom everyone called Red,
had owned the house since the late sixties. It was a typical tri level suburban
home with the basement stairs down off of the left side of the kitchen, and the
upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms off the kitchen on the right. There was always
something creepy about two sections of the house. The basement bathroom, and
the upstairs bedroom that was directly across from the upstairs bathroom. My
grandma told me she used to use that particular bedroom all the time when she
and her late husband would come stay the night. There was a picture of my great
grandparents in that room on the dresser that gave me the wiggins as well but
black and white photos tend to be somewhat creepy as a rule I guess.

My
grandma is quite a feisty lady, and if she finds something she likes, she
sticks with it. Hence that night when she was in the bathroom upstairs putting
pin curls in her hair. (A style that she rocks to this day). I was downstairs
in the living room with my great aunt Rosie, my great uncle Red, my other great
aunt Gloria, and my cousin Danny. We were watching a movie when we heard my
grandma let out a startled "OHHH!"

This
is what she claims had happened. As I stated she was pin curling her hair and
looking in the mirror. She had her arms up to fasten the pin when she felt
someone standing just outside the doorway. She didn't bother to look, she just
started talking. "If you have to pee Glor, just go ahead, I'm almost
done." No response. She waited a few seconds and finally gave up on the
pin and looked to the doorway. She says what she saw was a figure, impossible
to make out features as it consisted of a black wavy substance. It was thin,
which is why she had assumed it was my great aunt Gloria, as Rosie was rather
round and short. That is when she let out the "OHHH!" sound. The
figure seemed to melt back into that bedroom, and blended into the darkness
until it vanished. When we heard this my aunt Rosie yelled to my grandma
"You okay Gray?"

(My
grandma's name is Grayce, for some reason Rosie has always called her Gray.)

My
grandma came down the stairs visibly startled, and rattled off her experience
at 100 miles an hour. She said she wasn't sure who or what that was but she
didn't feel it came to bear good tidings. We believed her, but no one thought
much of it.

Approximately
two weeks later Red died in his sleep.

Rosie
didn't mention anything about the figure that came to my grandma after that,
but my grandma insisted it had come to warn of death. Since then, her daughter,
my aunt/godmother, tragically passed away at age 47 of kidney failure. Gloria
passed away five years after that, and her brother Bruce the following year. It
may all be a coincidence, but my grandma insists she was visited by an angel of
death that night, and I believe her.

Paranormal
activity seems to run rampant in my family. I have story after story, let me
know if you'd like to hear more I would love to tell someone…

Hello

By:
deena.b@gmail.com

First
of all let me give you some back ground information. Some of my

family
thinks my house is haunted, Im no exception. This story

happened
today October 14/04 and totally creeped me out. I've had

experiences
before, as I wrote to you last time something along these

lines
happened.

I
have a 17 year old cockerspaniel named Pebbles. I've had her since I

was
4 years old. She's a great puppy and still quite with it, although

she's
deaf now. Today as I was dressing for work I heard a scratching

on
my bedroom door and of course I thought it was her, but it was so

strange
as NEVER comes downstairs, its hard for her to get up and down

the
stairs. But since I was the only one home, I assumed she needed to

go
outside and just couldn't wait. SoI
open the door to let her in

so
I can just quickly finish dressing and she suddenly turns at my

door
and starts

growling
towards the other end of the basement(our basement is shaped

like
an "L" and my bedroom is where the top of the "L" would be)

...since
she's deaf, she

usually
turns (jumps in fact) when you tap her on the ass, but I did

that
like 4 times

and
she wouldn't turn towards me...it was WIERD. finally, I shook her

and
she half turned but kept looking the other way too, growling as

she
did. It was scaring the shit outta me.So I grabbed my sweater,

looked
towards where she was looking, saw nothing but felt the need to

bolt
up the stairs.

She
followed me, but slowly and kept turning around and growling.

So
I grabbed my shoes cause I did not want to be that close to the

basement
stairs and they are right at the main entrance of the house,

so
I figured I'd go out the side door.

she
only goes out the house thru the front door, but I couldn't leave

her
outside cause it was raining...so I run to the bathroom to grab

some
q tips to fix my eye makeup on the way to work, cause I just

needed
to get outta the house. She

burns
into the bathroom behind me, turns around and looks down the

hallway,
but upwards at the same time, starts growling again and the

hair
on her neck(and mine) is standing up. so then Im trying to coax

her
out the door and its like she's trying to protect me, she won't

move
and she won't let me move...finally she goes,but its like she

needs
to stay in front of me, but when I went to let her out, she

wouldn't
go until I put my shoes on and followed her. Usually she's

all
antsy to go outside and since she's so old her bladder is not so

well.Then we went around to the back of the house
(the main

entrance)
so she could go inside and she HAD to go in the house in

front
of me, she looked around when we walked in and I bent down to

pet
her and she licked my face and that was that. I left...After

telling
her that I didn't care if her feet were muddy she wasn't

staying
in her kennel and if she needed to hide go hide

somewhere...hahaha
Im a dork...but that was so bizarre!!!

that
was the strangest thing...I just don't know what was going on but

i
think Pebs was trying to protect me from something.

Hauntings
and Ghost Stories

By:
wendy.yocum@us.army.mil

Well,Here
I am back,again.I really enjoy this website,and the History behind

thesa
stories is both Interesting and chilling.I very MUCH,appriciate,EVEN more,The
time and effort,it takes,to run ANY GREAT WEBSITE,LIKE YOURS,and I know you
cannot always be at the computer,TRULY!I only want to add some stories,retell
some old ones,just to make sure you will see them.IN Fact,I would love to have
pen pals,of the people,that run this site,and also have as idea,for a new
website,I WOULD LOVE,TO Help you,work on!

Anyways,here's
the stories:

Etters,Yocumtown,Pa.My
Husband lived here,and has experiencened alot of this,firsthand;One story
goes,that soon after our first date,in 1979,He arrived home,and saw and heard
his Lab,Sooty,at the time,Barking.He turned and saw a figure with wings,just
twenty feet from where he parked the van.

Other
stories include;A girl on horseback frequents the valley where Yocumtown
sits.About ten or twenty years before,a Girl did apparently get killed while
riding,and both the horse and girl are seen.Also,my husband and

some
friends saw a man digging,in the field,across from parent's house;Cold spots were
felt as they got closer,and could see the figure raising and lowering
shovel.Also,on many nights,a horse's clomping is heard,going down the main
street of town:The people call this Thier Guardian spirit,and fear no evil
spirits,when theyhear the horse.Also,some
years before,Husband has heard footsteps in hall of his old house,saw doorknob
turning,and door opened,no one there.has also found boxes and barrels moved in
attic.

New
Cumberland,off Lower Bridge street;Grandparents of Husband had a house and Vanilla
extract and Pine Cleaner Business in basement and attic,I have been there,and
felt Presences;sounds of Dog walking across floor of attice heard,Have heard
talking,(grandparents long snice gone)

(Note:Allister
Crowley,Noted Student of Occult,and Mystic,visited Etters and Yocumtown on many
occasions and said it Is the MOST magical place,In this part of the World)

Marysville,Pa.many
people killed along ifamous Kech's Curve,(outside Marysville)We live along
there,Knew Roy Kech,who lived across street,from us,was very Nice old Man,Part
Hopi,Part Cherokee,passed on Christmas Eve ,around 1989,still see nand feel his
Presence,Have found headlights on in my car in carport,but car is locked,at
night,in morning,have felt presence,in bacxk seat of car,radio station
switched,etc.Have also seen and felt presences of other relatives who have
paassed on,Like Uncle(my Mom's half brother)Found light above old vanity in
bedroom on,and in little room off bedroom.All presences friendly.

Landisburg,and
town near Gettysburg;My Father used to be Courier,for an bank up that way and
also in New Cumberland.He Told us once,back in 1987,How strange things would
happen in and around bank,like money being missing ,strange sounds,etc.Locals
told him,"It's the Collins'Curse"Apparently,The family (that the
Series Dark Shadows modeled their Family after,who by way was known by Charlie
Weaver,who first thought up the Show)has a big House in the Center of
Town:Gravestones have Bats on them:Apparently part of a Cult(not Sure)But
whenever something goes wrong or any noises or Strange Occurences happen,They
say."It's the curse of The Collines"

Well,hope
you enjoy these stories,Take Care ,Hope To hear from you all,soon,and HAPPY
HALLOWEEN!

Your
Hopeful Friend,and Mataphysics Fan,

Ghost
in the ER

By:
tcrosby@ssmh.org

A
few years ago I worked at a local hospital. One of my duties was to give

tours
of the hospital to local school groups - usually kids between the ages

of
10 and 12. One of the most popular areas of the tour was the Emergency

Room,
or ER.

One
day while in the ER with a tour group of about 15 kids, a physician

offered
to show the children how casts are made. The kids were very excited

and
ran over to the table to watch the demonstration. This gave me and my

fellow
tour guide - a coworker named Sally - a chance to relax for a few

minutes.

We
were standing with our backs to the wall when suddenly I felt a child run

behind
me, in the space between my back and the wall.I also felt a small

hand
on my lower back push me forward a little bit to move me away from the

wall
so they could get by. At the same time, the skirt I was wearing

billowed
from the wind of the running child going by.

I
assumed this was a child who had somehow gotten behind in the tour and was

rushing
to catch up with the group. My reaction was to take a step forward

and
look behind me to see which child it was. You can imagine my surprise

when
I saw that there was no child there!!! Sally, who was standing right

next
to me, looked at me and said "Did you just feel a child run by behind

us?"

Perhaps
this was the ghost of a child who had died in the ER and who wanted

to
join the living children watching the doctor make a cast?

Car
Accident

By:
ashley1854@yahoo.com

I
told this story when it happened to my mom first and a few friends.They were all pretty spooked and I don't have
any clue what to make of it.I go to
school at the University of Kentucky.I
was traveling home to Northern KY one weekend to see my family--nothing out of
the ordinary.I had my radio up loud as
usual and was listening to a CD.Going
northbound, I saw in the distance flashing lights in the southbound lane.There appeared to be an accident.The accident took up all four of the
southbound lanes--apparently a semi truck had 'jack-knifed' across the
highway.As I came upon the horrible
wreck, i glanced out my driver's side window.All of the sudden, my radio volume began to go down.My CD player in my car beeps as the knob is
turned up or down.The beeping continued
and I literally saw my knob on my radio turning down all the way form 23 to 0
on the display.The volume continued to
beep even after reaching zero until after I passed the wreck.I slowed down and felt a cold chill up my
neck at the strange occurrence of events.I called my mom immediately after it happened and asked her to turn on
the news to see what happened in the accident and if anyone we knew was in it;
but it had not been reported yet.To
this day I cannot explain what happened and it has not occurred since.After telling my boyfriend the story, he
thought "someone" from the accident was riding with me, letting me
know something happened--or pay my respects by turning down my blasting
radio.But you think what you want, I
have no answer.I turn my radio down
myself now when I pass accidents.

Marked
with an A

By:
arabitacma@aol.com

As
a child my family often gathered at our house for holidays. One timewhen someone decided to take a group photo of
all the children present we were posed on our sofa with the smaller children
setting on the older one's laps and some standing behind the sofa so that every
one could get into the picture. being the oldest one there I was setting in the
middle of everyone holding another child on my lap when something really
strange happened. I felt a pain in my finger and looked down and saw a small
withered looking hand with talons where fingernails should have been. I don't
recall seeing anything attached to the hand. I just saw thehand. and it clawed at my hand and made a
gouge in my little finger, causeing it to bleed. Of course I screamed bloody
murder and everyone jumped off the couch, and the adults took the cushions off
the sofa and turned ut up on it's side and never found anything that could have
caused the wound. I still have the scar in the form of a perfectly shaped
capitol letter A on the little finger of my right hand. I can't say exactlly
how old I was at the time but I was between age 5 and 10 years of age. That's
not the only thing that happened in that house to myself and several other
members of my family. but it's one of the stranger ones.I must say I have found your site of great
interest and you may use this story on line if you wish.Thanks and God Bless!

My
Guardian Angel and My RoomMate

By:
badazangel@yahoo.com

My
Guardian Angel

Hi
I'm 17 yrs old. I live in Houston, Tx. When i was 14 yrs old I was sleeping in
the living room. I went back to my room for a brief moment to get a pillow.
When I came back to the living room I saw that there was a woman all in white
just sitting on the other couch we have. She was beautiful and had curly hair
and yes, she had wings too. She was just sitting there with a smile on her face
watching every move a made and then when I got to the couch i was sleeping on,
she watched me go to sleep. I felt so safe around her.

My
Room Mate

This
happened when I was 13. It was 3 in tha morining and i was the only one up at
that time. I was in the living room watching movies and drinking orange juice.
It started to get cold in the living room so i got up to turn off the fan. When
i was reaching for the fan switch i heard a voice of a lil gurl. the lil girl
said, "Ana come play with us" then i heard the gurl giggle. When i
looked behind me there was nobody then i looked to the tv to see that there was
no tape on and even the tv wasn't on. The direction that the voice was coming
from was from a wall in the corner of the living room. I wasn't really scared i
was more like freaked that i actually got to hear a ghost call my name. I think
she is the one that plays with my hair and tickles me when im asleep. I haven't
heard her since. But she still plays with my hair and tickles me while i sleep.

Northwood
Cemetary:Cambridge, OHIO

By:
Zac_Barnhart13@hotmail.com

My name is Josh and I am a resident of
Cambridge Ohio and I have been all my life. (19yrs). When I was 17, my friends
and I was interested in spirits/ghosts/apparations and so we had bought some
equiptment to help us go ghosthunting. we had heard about the woman in white
located in the Northwood cemetery and we thought that would be the best place
to go. So on the night of September 18th, 2002 we decided to try and get the
the ghost on camera. We had gone about 7:30pm and had been there for an hour or
so waiting and hoping we see her. It started getting late, later than what we
all thought, but we didnt care we were going to see her that night! Well, I
started to feel somewhat dizzy, I had this weird feeling, like I wanted to
start crying? I didnt understand that? So I just kept walking with my other 2
buddies, but as I kept walking I started feeling even more emotional, tears
started to drip from eyes. My friends looked at me and said whats the matter
and I said I didnt know? At that point we were smack dab in the middle of the cemetery.
I wanted to go home at that point! So we started walking towards the car, and
then I started hearing these cries, cries of little children, all around me. I
asked if my friends could hear them, but they thought I was just messing with
them, but one glance at the freighten look on my face they started believing.
But they couldnt hear the cries? Only me? Why me? The children seemed as if
they followed me, the cries got louder and louder. We finally got to the car
and by this point I couldnt hear the cries any longer, I dont even remember
them stopping... I wasnt really all there, I was crying so bad, Emotionally
beaten...by torment, the cries imbeded my head all night. I felt somewhat
better once I got home, I felt like id been mentally raped. I ended up selling
all my ghost equiptment over the next couple of weeks on Ebay and I will never
go to Northwood ever again. Ive tried telling people but all they do is laugh
and make fun. My friends were there they know what they saw, I know what I
heard, I felt how they felt. The white women,I believe she is there, but I believe there are more, more intense
things than a woman in white, what is making the children cry in Northwood
Cemetery? If you are interested in hearing more, or even wanna come check it
out for yourself , I would love that.... hopefully what happend to me will
happen again. So everyone will then believe me.

My
Grandmother's Visit

By:
Towens2526@aol.com

When
I was 11 years old my Grandmother passed away two weeks before Christmas in
1990while we lived in Florida. I was
very close to her and she had this chair that she had for years, before we even
moved there. Well on Christmas day of 1990 my brother, who was 17 at the time,
and I went to the living room and all we could smell was our Grandmother. We
then noticed that her chair was rocking just the way she always rocked when she
was alive. Of course this freaked me out, my parents came running out and they
saw the chair moving but couldn't smell her. They thought we had moved the
chair. Well about 4 years later We moved back to Massachusetts and I was
staying with my Aunt while my parents packed our house in Florida and moved
everything up here. One night I was in my cousins room with her listening to
the radio and all of a sudden the volume was really low. We went to check it
and the dial was turned all the way down. Neither of us was near the radio and
there was no one else in the room. So we didn't think to much of it then all of
a sudden my cousin started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said she
could smell our Grandmother. I started to smell it to and next thing we know
the stereo was louder than anything. My aunt came in yelling at us to turn it
down but almost as soo nas she was done yelling the volume went back down and she
could smell it to. I have since grown and started my own family and my 6 year
old daughter who had never even seen a picture of her great grandmother tells
me that she knows what she looks like and she has described her smell. I
finally took out a picture and showed it to her and she said that is the person
that talks to me, i can't understand her but she trys to talk to me. I started
talking to my daughter in French and she told me that is how my grandmother
speaks to her. She also said the woman's name is Terry, thats what she called
her the first time she saw her. My grandmothers name is Theresa. It was very
spooky but I finally realized that my grandmother was right, she will always be
there for me.

Death

By:
mommapie@comcast.net

My
mame is Maria and I guess it first started when I was 15 years old.My great
grandmother was living with us she was 83.I got up early one cold sunday
morning to make a cup of tea. coming back to my room I new something was not
right the minute I walked into the room. I saw a women standing in the room she
wore a veil on her face and had a long gown on. I had always thought that if I
would see something I would be truly frightend. That was not the case I felt a
calm come over me. Not beliveing what I saw I closed my eyes.When I opened them
again the woman was gone.I knew in a instant that my great grandmother was
going to die. And she did one month later of a stroke.That was just the
beginning of my sight into the unknown.

2
Separate Ghost Encounters

By:
anonymous

Hello
i am currently 14 and live in California and just recently a few weird

things
have happend. The first happed in the summer that just passed of

03'/04'
i was hanging out with my friends at a nearby school called

peninsula.
The school was said to be haunted, the main building which wasnt

very
big was quite old and so was the school. The building looked more like

a
home/store. My friends and i late at night sometimes would go to the

school
and play hide and seek and tag in the dark. Now at one point i got

seperated
with my friends Paolo, and Ben (whom i was hiding with) and i was

near
the old bulding. It is told that a woman died there ( i dont know how )

and
so i was creeping past when i looked up and a the second floor window, a

very
faint white light with the slightest tint of green was eminating from

the
window along with the sound of a violin. Now normally i would say,

"someone
must be here late from the school staff, maybe a music teacher" but

i
mean it was around like 12pm-1am and the light from the window wasnt a

normal
light. At seeing that i loudly scream SH** and slowly backed away

body
numb in fear, and after i shouted the light got brighter and the violin

louder,
like it was approaching the window, I then proceeded to run off the

school
grounds, now i also ran because there is someone who lives at the

school,
a care taker (we have to be quiet and not wake him up or he will

call
the cops), now one would think it could have been him, but his cottage

he
lives at on the grounds is close to the bulding near the exit of school

grounds,
well as i was running i saw a light flip on in his home and just as

i
was leaving the school premise he opened the door to peer around. Later

when
i found my friends again (i waited for them outside of the school) when

we
were at my friends house they were talking about their hiding spots and

one
of my friends mentioned the violin and light, and after that a couple

others
admitted to seeing it...so i wasnt the only one.

The
other other time: In my house there are normal odd occurances, creaking

floorboards
as if someone where walking, not sneaking, nor troding their way

through
my house, just walking at a normal pace, doors would open from time

to
time, see shadows move out of the corner of my eye, and hear thumping

from
all over, under the floor boards in my hallway (we have NO basement)

and
from the walls, all this happened while i was alone. My mom belives

strongly
in the paranormal, yet i have not told her of this, and she has yet

to
encounter any of this stuff, but as i was saying. So every night i sleep

in
the living room (my bed is too small and room too small) and i was awoken

in
the early morning, The air around my upper body was lukewarm yet at my

down
on my chest making me stuggle for breath and the air rapidly became

cold,
(now if you know me i sleep like a bear in hybernation getting

tranqed)
well that stuff didint bother me too much, but then in an instant

my
throat became fridgidly cold, and it felt as if someone grabed me by the

throat,
then if felt as if i was being choked, my breathing restricted, my

eyes
shot open and they opened as i was looking down and i saw a pale,

semi-translucent
(more solid than not) hand at my throat, i was in a state

of
semi conciousness and i flailed my arms as if to get the attacker off me

and
flung my blanket into the far corner of the room and my eyes darted to

across
the room as a shadowy figure of a averagly tall female with long

brown
hair was drifting backwards mouthing what seemed to be the words

"sorry"
now during the attack my body was numb and icy cold but as she

mouthed
what i thought to be sorry my body immediatly warmed and the numbing

ceased.
I fell back asleep almost immediatly as weird as it seems, and when

i
awoke my blanket was on me, and when i asked my mom if she did it the next

morning
she said she had not. So im not sure what to make of this, could be

some
weird illusions...but the pain and fear i felt was defiantly real.

The
Voice that Was Heard

By:
malak_arabi_2004@hotmail.com

THIS
HAPPENED WHEN ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND WENT WALKING ABOUT 2/ 3 IN

AFTERNOON.
WHERE WE LIVED PEOPLE THREW AWAY TV, RADIOS AND GOOD THINGS. SO WE WENT WALKING
AS WE WAS WALKING I KEPT HEARING SOMEONE SAYING HELP ME. I LOOKED AROUND AND
BRUSHED IT OFF, WE KEPT ON WALKING I HEARD THE GIRL VOICE AGAIN PLEASE HELP ME.
I LOOKED DOWN THE DITCH TO SEE IF SOMEONE HAD FALLEN I SAW NOTHING THEN DECIDED
I MUST BE CRAZY. DO YOU HEAR SOMEONE YELLING HELP ME I ASKED MY FRIEND SHE SAID
NO WHY I TOLD HER SOMEONE KEEPS YELLING HELP ME .. SHE SAID OH ITS YOUR
IMAGINATION. THEN WE GOT TO OUR DESTINATION AND STARTED GOIN THRUOGH THE TRASH
I HAD FOUND A SET OF EARPHONES AND FORGOT WHAT SHE FOUND IT STUNK SOO BAD UP
THERE THE STENCH COULD HAVE KNOCKED YOU OUT IM LIKE LETS GO IT STINKS UP HERE
SHE SAID OK AND WE HAD STOPPED AT HER FRIENDS HOUSE HER GRANDFATHER ASKED HER
HAVE YOU SEEN (AMY) SHE SAID NO WHY. HE SAID WELL SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BREAK UP
WITH HER BOYFRIEND BECAUSE HES BECOMING TOO CONTROLLING. SHE SAID WELL WE KEEP
EYE OUT FOR HER..NOTE: THERE WAS 5 BAGS OF TRASH AND ONE BOX WE LOOKED IN THE
BOX AND ONLY 4 BAGS OF TRASH... NEXT DAY ANOTHER GUY WENT UP THERE TO TAKE HIS
TRASH AND LOOK AND OPEN THE LAST BAG AND FOUND THE GIRL DECAPITATED AND SHOT.
MY GIRLFRIEND CALLED ME THE NEXT DAY SAID YOU KNOW THE VOICES YOU WAS HEARING
IM LIKE YES SHE SAID WELL A GUY FOUND AMY IN THAT LAST BAG .. IM LIKE I NEED TO
GO TO BATHROOM. TOOK ME A MINUTE TO COME TO MY SENSES . I WENT TO HER HOUSE AND
SHE EXPLAINED THE BOYFRIEND HAD KILLED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS LEAVING HIM FOR
SOMEONE ELSE..I DONT KNOW IF YOU CALL IT GHOST STORY OR NOT SINCE I ONLY HEARD
THE VOICE NOT SEEN THE GHOST. ANYWAY SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME..

The
Trail

By:
janacharlelhs07@yahoo.com

I
know your imagination can get away from you sometimes, But what I saw at the
trail that night I'll never forget. I'm your original 15 year old girl living
in a small town in Alabama called Athens where nothing goes on unless you're
trespassing or vandalizing. I had always heard tales about the
"haunted" trail that is 5 miles longs & is part of a historical
mark for the Civil War(There is a train trestle that the war was faught on, on
the trail).I've never made it back to the trestle, and I kind of don't want to
from what I saw only 200 yards into the trail. It was your typical summer night
in Alabama, clear & warm. Me & a few of my friends decided to go
"ghost hunting", Something we always do. I brought up the subject of
The Trail & we were on our way immediately. It was around 11 p.m., Very
dark, & Extremely Eerie at the trail, So eerie that it sent chills down our
backs. I had been to the trail many times before this certain night, But could
never bring myself to walk down it because of this gut feeling I had(W h I
would've stuck to it). There were 4 of us, & we had 2 flashlights, so the
guys decided the girls should carry them. We started on our way down the trail
checking every birdhouse, tree, and sign we saw. We really didn't think we'd
see anything, Actually, we really hoped we WOULDN'T see anything. I was walking
in front while my girl friend walked slightly parallel to me & the guys
were behind us. If anyone was going to see anything, it would be me. We got a
good ways down the trail, and I heard a weird noise and started shining my
light all around the place. The next thing I know, I'm shining my light on a
guy dressed in a light grey outfit, he looked like a Confederate Soldier from
those Civil War movies, like "Cold Mountain". He was standing on the
left side tree line, and walked right in front of me, light shining on him
& all, and walked into the right side tree line & vanished. I started
screaming, my legs went numb, and I got this overwhelming feeling of someone
watching me. My girl friend who was behind me was not there anymore, nor were
the guys. They all saw what I saw, and started running back to the vehicles. I
ran back to the car also, and none of us talked on the way home. We all knew
what we saw, and we feared it. I will never go back to that trail, ever.

The
Old Crow Inn

By:Anonymous

The
Old Crow Inn is located in Danville, KY. It is the oldest stone house west of
the Alleghenies. It was built in 1780 and originally called the Barbee House.
It now serves as a bed & breakfast.

A
few years back, my wife and I were to stay at the inn after attending an
evening performance at another historical site in Danville, The Pioneer
Playhouse. It was the early fall and as we returned for the night the air
suddenly turned cold and a fine, misty rain began to fall, accompanied by a low
fog that formed amongst the trees and shrubs on the grounds surrounding the
inn.

If
you visit the inn's web site you will see a picture of the room we stayed in,
referred to as "The Granary", a very quaint part of the house once
used to support the attached kitchen. In earlier times the kitchen had been
manned by a rather large, black lady who had subsequently been murdered (along
with her dog) by what was described as "gypsies". (This, however, did
not occur at the inn but a few miles away. In addition, her murder and the
facts surrounding it would not be relayed to my wife and myself until the next
day.)

As
we prepared for bed I recall peering out the barred window above the bed,
thinking how cold and damp it looked and what a good night it was to be inside.
But as the night progressed I became very restless, unable to completely fall
asleep, seemingly remaining in a state of semi-consciousness. At one point I
recall looking over at my wife and thinking how soundly she was sleeping,
almost as if she had taken a sedative (which she had not). Eventually, I did
fall asleep and began dreaming that I was in a town which seemed to be set in
the early nineteen twenties or thirties. I remember looking in store fronts at
the period items that were for sale and seeing old cars from that era parked on
the dirt street. For some strange reason I knew that this town was populated by
black folks, although I do not recall seeing any people of this race in my
dream, or for that matter, any people at all. Suddenly I became very agitated
and frightened of something that I could not see but that was very terrifying
to me. I remember thinking that I had to wake up in order to escape whatever
was scaring me but I couldn't make myself open my eyes; it was a very helpless
feeling. Suddenly I felt the distinct sensation of someone (or something)
squeezing my left toe (as my foot was sticking out from under the covers). I
know this sounds somewhat comical but in retrospect it brought to mind the way
a mother or grandmother might wake a child from sleep, whether to get them up
for the day (or to spare them from a bad dream). I immediately woke up to find
no one at the foot of the bed and my wife still very sound asleep. I couldn't
get back to sleep as I kept thinking about how frightened I had been and how
real the sensation of my toe being squeezed had felt. Eventually we got up and
dressed and went up to the main part of the house to meet our hostess and the
other boarders for breakfast. Up to now I had not said anything to my wife
about my experience because I was not sure how it would sound to her. As we
made small talk with another couple, who had stayed the night in a restored cabin
located on the grounds, our hostess entered the room. I asked her if she had
experienced any strange occurrences during her time as owner of The Old Crow
Inn. Without hesitation she began to relate several instances to us such as the
times when her house pets would become frightened by unseen presences,
particularly in a certain room of the house and how she and her family had been
saved from a faulty furnace leaking carbon monoxide by a warning she had
received during a dream. She was very convinced that the old house had a
presence or multiple presences of some type. She also recounted some of the
history of the inn, including the murder of the black cook and the sudden death
of a previous owner who planned on razing the inn in order to replace it with a
housing development. Before I could recount my experience of the night before,
the couple spoke up. They said that before going to sleep that they had both
been reading in bed. Eventually they had turned their respective reading lamps
off at each lamp rather than at the master switch across the room. They did
this for the obvious reason of not having to cross an unfamiliar room to turn
on the light if it were needed during the night. But when one of them indeed
found the need to get up during the night, they discovered the master switch
had been thrown, disabling control of their lamps from their bed. And then upon
awakening the next morning they found that the master switch had again been
thrown after they had reset it following the first instance. I then related my
"toe squeezin experience" which was received rather well, presumably
due to the stories that had proceeded it. After breakfast my wife and I
returned to our room and prepared to leave. My wife eventually went back into
the main part of the house to retrieve the invoice for our stay while I
remained behind and began to fill out a check for payment. While waiting for
her to return I put the checkbook down onto a small table and began to organize
our luggage for transfer to our car. When my wife came back with the invoice I
asked her what she had done with the checkbook although I was standing there
when she entered the room. It wasn't where I had just left it a few minutes
before so we began to search for it. Eventually we found it buried under a stack
of magazines, almost as if it were deliberately being hidden there. This event
tended to re-enforce what had transpiredthe night before and what our hostess had related to us about the inn.
And while these experiences were unusual we have returned to stay at The Old
Crow Inn several times with out experiencing anything similar to what happened
during that particular visit. But to this day I can still remember the distinct
feel of the physical pressure applied to my toe by whoever or whatever woke me from
my disturbing dream. And I know that I will never, ever forget it.

THE
LADY IN MY HOUSE

By:
jloredo@flexiblemortgageinc.com

MY
NAME IS JUAN AND I LIVE IN N. RIALTO IN WHAT THEY CALL “THE COUNTRY CLUB”. IT
IS A VERY QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD, COMPARED TO WHERE I USED TO LIVE AT IN LA PUENTE
1 YEAR AGO. AFTER I MOVED INTO MY HOUSE, I FELT A STRANGE FEELING THERE. IT WAS
FAR TOO QUIET AND DARK AT NIGHT. I WAS USED TO NOISE. ONE COLD NIGHT THIS YEAR
IN JANUARY, MY GIRLFRIEND AND I WERE HAVING SOME DRINKS WITH THE LIGHTS OFF, BY
THE FIREPLACE. MY GIRLFRIEND GOT UP TO USE THE RESTROOM, BUT THEN RAN BACK
CRYING AND JUMPED ON MY LAP. I ASKED HER WHAT WAS WRONG, BUT SHE JUST TOLD ME
SHE GOT A REALLY SCARED FEELING FOR SOME REASON. I JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS
SLIGHTLY INTOXICATED SO I JUST COMFORTED HER AND MADE HER FEEL AT EASE.

A
WEEK LATER, MY GIRLFRIEND TOOK OUR BABY INTO THE ROOM TO PUT HER TO SLEEP, AND
FELL ASLEEP HERSELF. I ENDED UP FALLING ASLEEP IN THE LIVING ROOM BY MYSELF. I
WOKE UP AND SAW AN IMAGE OF SOMETHING VERY DISTURBING. TIL THIS DAY I KNOW I
WAS WIDE AWAKE AND I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!! I SAW THE IMAGE OF A LADY AT THE END OF
THE COUCH WHERE I WAS SLEEPING AT, AND SHE APPEARED TO BE VERY SAD, LOOKING
DOWN. IT WAS QUITE A SHOCK AT FIRST, BUT THEN I REALIZED I HAD NO FEAR OF HER.
MEANWHILE, I’M STILL LOOKING RIGHT AT HER! I JUST TOLD HER “YOU DON’T BELONG
HERE, AND I WILL PRAY FOR YOU”. SO I DID! OF COURSE I CLOSED MY EYES TO PRAY,
AND WHEN I OPENED THEM, SHE WAS GONE. I KNEW WHAT I SAW THOUGH…!

TWO
DAYS LATER, I COULD NOT HOLD INSIDE OF ME WHAT I HAD SEEN ANYMORE. I WANTED TO
TELL MY GIRLFRIEND, BUT I WAS AFRAID SHE WOULDN’T BELIEVE ME AND MAKE FUN OF
ME. EITHER THAT OR GET SO SCARED SHE WOULD NOT WANT TO COME OVER ANYMORE. SO I
TOLD HER. WHEN I TOLD HER I WOKE UP AND SAW AN IMAGE OF A LADY, SHE STOPPED ME.
SHE THEN DESCRIBED THE LADY TO ME. SHE SAID “WAS SHE OLDER, HAVE SHORT HAIR AND
LIGHT SKINNED, AND ABOUT 5’6’’? I WAS SHOCKED FOR A MINUTE THEN ANSWERED “YES,
HOW DID YOU KNOW”? SHE THEN TOLD ME, “REMEMBER THAT NIGHT WE WERE HAVING DRINKS
AND I WENT TO GO USE THE RESTROOM BUT THEN CAME RUNNING BACK”? I ANSWERED “YES,
WHY”? SHE THEN TOLD ME THAT THE SAME LADY WAS AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY STARING
AT HER ANGRILY!!!

THAT
IS MY STORY, SORRY IT’S LONG BUT I WANTED TO FULLY EXPLAIN IT. MY GRANDMOTHER
CAME OVER A FEW DAYS LATER AND DID SOME KIND OF PRAYER WITH HOLY WATER IN THE
HOUSE AND EVER SINCE THEN, IT’S JUST BACK TO BEING THE SAME OLD QUIET HOUSE.
BUT FOR HOW LONG…?

Sturgeon Point Spector

By:
MWDOMANGUE@aol.com

Sturgeon
Point on Lake Huron is said to have the most shipwrecks of the entire lake,
that is until they built the Lighthouse. It was the summer of '81 and I was a
girl of eight lucky enough to be invited to my rich aunt's summer home. The
"cottage," as my aunt referred to it was built on the beach and was a
five minute walk to the lighthouse. My cousin and are were the same age so the
two of us played from sun up till sundown. Her older brother would show us all
the things he would find while snorkeling among the boulders. Our imaginations
would run wild wondering about what had happened to all those ships, and the
people on them. We would examine the wooden planks and wonder what part of the
ship is this from? The strangest thing he found was a cast iron wagon wheel.

The
nights always caught us girls on our guard. The beach itself wasn't scary, but
rather the back of the house facing the road. Our room was located upstairs
facing the street, and had a glass sliding door that went out to a large balcony.
The house was surrounded by thick(and very dark)woods, and on one side was the
neighbors house. I awoke one night out of a dead sleep to go to the bathroom. I
got out of bed trying to see my way to the door, and glanced out the glass door
to the neighbor's house. He had his porch lights on and I noticed someone
standing there. I wondered if I was seeing things, but no, there was a woman
dressed in a long flowing gown looking up at his balcony. I knew it was a ghost
because I could see that she was somewhat transparent and had a soft glow. I
was more amazed than afraid. After a few seconds she disappeared. It all
happened so fast that I didn't have a chance to wake up my cousin and show her.
When she was awakened I described what I saw,a woman with very long wavy hair wearing a long dress looking up at the
balcony next door. Since the Neighbors house was so close there could be no
mistaking what I saw.

My
aunt sold the house ten years ago and I wonder if the new owners ever see the
lady in white. I also wonder if there is any connection with the spirit and the
lighthouse.

Possible
Haunting

By:
Ctaylor423@aol.com

Ok,
not sure where to start.I'm from a
small community in Virginia called Norton.There is a place not far from where I grew up that we always called
"under the hill".There was an
old house there at one time, it's where my mother grew up.This is one of the scariest places I've ever
been.Because of the way the land lays,
it gets dark there hours before anywhere else.I rarley went there growing up and never went ther after dark.The place is always cold and you always feel
as if you are being watched.There is an
old cemetary nearby that holds four graves, a family.I never heard where they came from or what
the cause of death was but I know there are from around 1862 or so.Ghosts have been seen there along with other
"things".It is just so
unbelieably dark there at night.My
mother told me a story of her father having a package taken from him as he
walked home one night.I'm not sure why
I wrote, just wanted to pass this along.I got goose-bumps writing this

Philly
House

By:
relayer@bellsouth.net

I
grew up in a haunted house in the Olney part of Philly. Every night I would
hear whispering, and people calling out to me. I also knew someone was standing
at the foot of my bed. One particular time I was lying in bed when an unseen
person sat on the edge of the bed. There was an imprint in the mattress, and I
felt someone there. The “person” sat there for several minutes then got up and
left. There was a cold spot at the foot of the stairs of this house, and there
were times when I would see glances of someone out of the corner of my eye. I
lived in that house until I turned 13, and up until that time for as long as I
can remember, I had these weird experiences. The voices and whispering and the
person at the foot of my bead happened mostly every night. I thought this was
normal, so I didn’t tell anyone. Recently I questioned my other family members
especially my brother who shared my bedroom, and no one else had any strange
experiences. A strange footnote, when we moved to south jersey, my sister and
father experienced a doorlatch opening and closing by itself. I had no ghostly
experiences in the house in jersey, or since.